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I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to hate on me
Come out and records sound just like me
But nobody does this quite like me
Now let me tell a little something me
Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who pulls whips out the stash than me
Y'all wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

[Verse
Man everybody rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some to get they name on the news
Papers, never pay they dues
Always got to be in shoes
Walk with me, or ride on Bentley
With the you can sit in
Or the Enzo them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various
Huh, I'm kiddin' that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest
I got estates in different states, go figure
Cause I singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the your voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why copy
I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you come on in
a while, sip on hypno and henn
I your style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour
Reebok classics me of '87 when
Niggaz was with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, when it's all
for God's children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, niggaz my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of
Man, y'all can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

[Verse
I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no
And everything's alright, lyrically goes wrong
No to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be
Rule the icon, who killed the like iPods
Had these niggaz runnin' like stars
Except runnin' when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so
Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing
Money long, I'm putting the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused with white
White gold never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they not me
Y'all bitch niggaz ain't with me